Forget! The Lady With The Amulet
Emily Dickinson
438 Forget! The lady with the Amulet Forget she wore it at her Heart Because she breathed against Was Treason twixt? Deny! Did Rose her Bee— For Privilege of Play Or Wile of Butterfly Or Opportunity—Her Lord away? The lady with the Amulet—will face— The Bee—in Mausoleum laid— Discard his Bride— But longer than the little Rill— That cooled the Forehead of the Hill— While Other—went the Sea to fill— And Other—went to turn the Mill— I’ll do thy Will—
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